Some time back when I was a little boy, probably six or seven years old during a public holiday, President Moi was giving one of his famed ad libs. In the course of his address, he mentioned something to the effect, ‘Raiya wananichokoza.’
Right in the heart of rural Kenya in my village, my mother stopped what she was doing, froze and frantically cranked up the volume to hear why the big man was so pissed. And probably listen to what would happen next.